as Gabriel passed away this year
my father did the year before just
about this time - i now understand
man across the ocean
the loss of that we love - a bit
more - my father
was a musician - he died in the most
miserable state known to music
in the lack of -
it was played as he died
but the silence was still there he
could not grasp - not even air, we fed it
to him knowing that such nutrition
does not keep - those experienced in
death stood by - trying to not make it
routine - i thanked them - i know that
job - each plea, each trial, each win
and loss - for me a simple job and so
i thanked them hoping i could become
one of the workers
work we can handle -
the do and do not
but to care - to actually care is more than i ever care to do for anyone
how did i become so lost - man
across the sea
i fear the silence
